My Brother's Friend

46. A SEQUEL TO MY SISTER'S FRIEND

Hello to those of you who still love to read this story..

How areya? May you be in good health and the spirit of living his days always yes..

Who is looking forward to the sequel of my brother's friends to often ngeck even like nanyain to the chat column? wkwkwkwk

Finally after a long time I wrestled to determine the plot, I have published the first part of my work with the title Hi, Om Nathan!

Who knows my story in the paltform next door, I once published Nathan's story but often I unpublished. And now I've re-published it with a different flow. Totally.

Actually, I told you in this chapter about the story sequel synopsis grid. Just because I changed so I changed this chapter too.

Hope you guys get noticed with this new info.

And I'd like to inform you if Nathan's story contains mature content.

I'm infoin from the beginning so you're not surprised. Hehehehe

Don't forget to like and leave a positive comment. Your comments are my comfort when I want to write. And sometimes your loving comments criticism and suggestions with good language can be ideas and ideas to expand the flow of my story.

See you on my new story..

...-o-i...

...Hi, Om Nathan!...

Synopsis:

Nathaniel Salim has not understood himself since Lyana Bramawan was in his house because his older brother asked Nathan to look after Lyana.

All Nathan knows is he just wants to get close to Lyana. His mind was centered on the 17-year-old little niece, and Nathan didn't like it when Lyana liked to tell him about other men or someone approached Lyana in front of Nathan himself.

Then someone from Nathan's past comes and re-opens his old wounds, causing Lyana to distance themselves, while Nathan tries hard to erode that distance.

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The story:

My eyes closed for a moment, then opened again as I felt the presence of someone before me. I stared at a pair of legs wearing maroon-red sneakers and suddenly I raised my gaze.

"Hi, Om Nathan!"

A girl with short hair and bangs in the middle was smiling at me. One hand was holding a matcha green suitcase and one hand was waving towards me in a plain manner.

Imaji this girl in front of me is similar to ten-year-old Lyana. It's just that his cheeks are not puffed up anymore, until his monolid-type eye line is increasingly visible. Plum lips are still like before, but now the lips look shiny because they wear pink liptint. Now the little girl was tall, just a little thin.

But how pretty?

"Liana,"

I stood up until I was able to drown the height I predicted at about one hundred and sixty inches. He even had to look me in the face.

"Finally Om came," he said with a smile with a plain face without burden. Unlike me who felt very relieved as if I felt loose without any burden on my body.

I remember where Lyana was between El and Milly. El gives the name Lyana Bramawan; combined the names Milly and Elkana and coincidentally the name means Eye of The Light.

As the name implies, Lyana is like the light that warms me right now. Her smile can radiate such positive energy that I don't want to look away at her.

I did not choose that name for this little girl.

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